THE DEAD GAME– DAY 79

THE DEAD GAME — DAY 79

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     Todd and Sam ran from their cars as soon as they reached End House. They headed straight for the basement stairs.
     Shana and Linda followed behind, gingerly groping the slippery basement wall to make their slow descent down the steep stairs. David sniffled behind them as he clomped down the steps.
     Mike was close behind, describing the pool of water with the falling cages and swinging saws.
     At the bottom, they stopped short in amazement. Instead of the horror scene that they’d witnessed yesterday, today they found an empty basement.
     The basement appeared to be a great deal smaller than before, thought Mike. The opposite wall seemed to be much closer. It also lacked the wide staircase that had led up to the three huge doorways. And where were the doors? There was only a blank wall facing them. And the floor was dry—as if it had never been wet.
     “Where are the wild animals and the deep pit into nothingness?”  Mike searched all four corners of the room, trying to locate the elaborate devices that had been used against them. He couldn’t believe how quickly everything had disappeared from sight. Where were the pointy cages and sharp saws? He looked up into the blackness above and could see only an empty ceiling with pipes. And where were Tom and Edward? All that were visible were pipes and a boiler—just like an ordinary basement.
     Todd said, “We’ll figure this out…it’ll just take some time. This was a game that went wrong; we’ll track down the owner and make him sorry that he had ever arranged this travesty.”
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NO ESCAPE

TRAPPED

Where do the lights lead you?<br /> Follow them and you shall see.</p> <p>The hallway is long and dark.<br /> Closed doors line the walls on either side.<br /> Should we open one?<br /> Let’s try this one.<br /> There are steps leading down<br /> to the basement.<br /> We enter.<br /> The door slams shut.<br /> It’s locked.<br /> We walk down the slippery steps.<br /> Below, we find a pool of water.<br /> Huge cages are falling from above.<br /> They have sharp and pointy edges<br /> that are trying to trap us.<br /> They almost caught one of us.<br /> Now circular saws are descending,<br /> lined up in straight rows.<br /> What do we do now?<br /> This has been one of the many adventures<br /> from the book, The Dead Game.

Where do the lights lead you?

Follow them and you shall see.

The hallway is long and dark.

Closed doors line the walls on either side.

Should we open one?

Let’s try this one.

There are steps leading down

to the basement.

We enter.

The door slams shut.

It’s locked.

We walk down the slippery steps.

Below, we find a pool of water.

Huge cages are falling from above.

They have sharp and pointy edges

that are trying to trap us.

They almost caught one of us.

Now circular saws are descending,

lined up in straight rows.

What do we do now?

This has been one of the many adventures

from the book, The Dead Game.

THE DEAD GAME — DAY 78

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Who doesn’t love a horror story?

THE DEAD GAME — DAY 78

Sheriff Sam had his hands full that morning. Not only did Shana want to go to End House, but also Mike and David, who both refused to leave Carl’s side. Earlier that morning he had called for reinforcements to help with their search for Louise. Police of neighboring towns and state troopers were busy scouring the beach and park for any sign of her. He hoped to find her alive and well—and not just her lifeless body, like the others that had been found on the beach.

Deputy Carl was busy loading Mike and David into his car with a very exasperated look on his face. Sam couldn’t understand why Carl always acted irritated whenever he was asked to do his job. It was time to replace his indignant deputy with newer and fresher talent.

He said to Shana, “You’re coming with me, but don’t wander off by yourself in the house. I know how independent you can be.”

“You don’t know me well enough to predict any of my actions!” Her face turned a bright crimson red. He enjoyed pushing her buttons to test her reactions; and again, she didn’t disappoint him.

“That could be very easily arranged.” Sam walked to his car. He knew that in time Shana would be all his; he just had to be patient a little while longer.

THE OCEAN

I love watching the waves.<br /> The ocean stretches as far as the eye could see.<br /> It has been here before my existence,<br /> and it will continue after my existence.<br /> It embodies strength and resistance.<br /> It will continue on despite what<br /> humanity does to it.

I love watching the waves.
The ocean stretches as far as the eye could see.
It has been here before my existence,and it will continue after my existence.

It embodies strength and resistance.

It will continue on despite what

humanity does to it.

THE DEAD GAME — DAY 77

THE DEAD GAME — DAY 77

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All readers must remember that this murder mystery takes place in a seaside village in Florida.

      Todd took her by complete surprise. “Of course I do! I’m not going to rest until I find out who was responsible for that awful hoax! I’m very worried about Tom and Edward; they could still be alive somewhere in that dreadful house.”
     “We’ll leave as soon as you’re ready. Be sure to stick close to my side again so that I can keep you safe.”
     “Like glue,” said Linda.
     He winked at her before she dashed upstairs to get ready.
     Sheriff Sam had his hands full that morning. Not only did Shana want to go to End House, but also Mike and David, who both refused to leave Carl’s side. Earlier that morning he had called for reinforcements to help with their search for Louise. Police of neighboring towns and state troopers were busy scouring the beach and park for any sign of her. He hoped to find her alive and well—and not just her lifeless body, like the others that had been found on the beach.

SEND IN THE CLOWNS

SEND IN THE CLOWNS

thedeadgameblog:</p> <p>I was looking through pictures online to find one<br /> that would cheer me up on such a dreary day.<br /> Look what I found!<br /> An elephant with its baby made to look like a circus.<br /> A circus can be fun with balloons and lights.<br /> Don’t forget the elephants and tigers.<br /> A circus can also be scary.<br /> There are clowns and men throwing knives.<br /> That’s it!<br /> My mind has drifted to the creepy again.<br /> I guess that’s why my book contains a scene<br /> in a circus, where someone is being chased by<br /> clowns and knife-throwers.<br /> The character doesn’t know if she’s in a nightmare or actually<br /> running for her life through a maze of mirrors.<br /> You can’t teach an animal new tricks—in this case me.<br /> A circus will always be a frightful place for me, and my<br /> dark thoughts will always lead me there.<br />

thedeadgameblog:

I was looking through pictures online to find one

that would cheer me up on such a dreary day.

Look what I found!

An elephant with its baby made to look like a circus.

A circus can be fun with balloons and lights.

Don’t forget the elephants and tigers.

A circus can also be scary.

There are clowns and men throwing knives.

That’s it!

My mind has drifted to the creepy again.

I guess that’s why my book contains a scene

in a circus, where someone is being chased by

clowns and knife-throwers.

The character doesn’t know if she’s in a nightmare or actually

running for her life through a maze of mirrors.

You can’t teach an animal new tricks—in this case me.

A circus will always be a frightful place for me, and my

dark thoughts will always lead me there.

IMAGINE

IMAGINE

This is also a sign of an over-active mind.<br /> Instead of watching the water, the viewer<br /> is imagining a sequence of boxes.<br /> I would imagine something more in the area<br /> of palm trees or dolphins.<br /> To each his own imagination.

This is also a sign of an over-active mind.
Instead of watching the water, the viewer
is imagining a sequence of boxes.
I would imagine something more in the area
of palm trees or dolphins.
To each his own imagination.

flowersgardenlove:</p> <p>And more beautiful i Beautiful</p> <p>This would be a great place to think<br /> and write stories.<br /> I need a place like this.<br /> I’ll just have to make one up in my mind.

flowersgardenlove:

This would be a great place to think
and write stories.
I need a place like this.
I’ll just have to make one up in my mind.

pixography:</p> <p>Jacek Yerka</p> <p>Some days my mind feels like this picture.<br /> I look at something simple like a small island,<br /> and my mind conjures up a complicated story.<br /> Instead of a simple island, I end up with a road leading<br /> from a brightly lit house surrounded by fancy gardens.<br /> This road then flows into a river on a bed of rocks.<br /> It can be fun to have an over-active imagination,<br /> especially when I have a place to post my thoughts.</p> <p>

pixography:

Jacek Yerka

Some days my mind feels like this picture.
I look at something simple like a small island,
and my mind conjures up a complicated story.
Instead of a simple island, I end up with a road leading
from a brightly lit house surrounded by fancy gardens.
This road then flows into a river on a bed of rocks.
It can be fun to have an over-active imagination,
especially when I have a place to post my thoughts.

TAKE A WALK

cornersoftheworld:</p> <p>Queens Lake, Australia | By Timothy Poulton</p> <p>When my father used to tell me to take<br /> a long walk on a short pier,<br /> I had a picture like this in mind.<br /> Maybe he wasn’t trying to get rid of me,<br /> but pointing me in the right direction.<br /> He was telling me to open my mind<br /> and look out at the water.<br /> He loved the ocean with its changing<br /> moods and colors.<br /> Now when I look out at the ocean, I think of him.

cornersoftheworld:

Queens Lake, Australia | By Timothy Poulton

When my father used to tell me to take

a long walk on a short pier,

I had a picture like this in mind.

Maybe he wasn’t trying to get rid of me,

but pointing me in the right direction.

He was telling me to open my mind

and look out at the water.

He loved the ocean with its changing

moods and colors.

Now when I look out at the ocean, I think of him.

BEHIND THE DOOR

so-personal:</p> <p>I love doors.<br /> You don’t know what’s behind them,<br /> unless you open the door.<br /> On the other side, there could be<br /> something magical.<br /> Or something earth shattering<br /> and deadly.<br /> In The Dead Game, the magical door<br /> opens to any place that you imagine.<br /> But there is also a second door in<br /> Oasis, Florida.<br /> This door opens to your worst nightmare.<br /> Where is the door now?<br /> It was in End House but the house was destroyed.<br /> Was the door also destroyed?<br /> Read The Dead Game and find out.</p> <p>

so-personal:

I love doors.

You don’t know what’s behind them,

unless you open the door.

On the other side, there could be

something magical.

Or something earth shattering

and deadly.

In The Dead Game, the magical door

opens to any place that you imagine.

But there is also a second door in

Oasis, Florida.

This door opens to your worst nightmare.

Where is the door now?

It was in End House but the house was destroyed.

Was the door also destroyed?

Read The Dead Game and find out.